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By Carrie-Ann Biondi
It’s my contention, which may sound counter-intuitive to many Objectivists, that the title of this post is not an oxymoron.(1) Isn’t “surrender” a case of giving oneself up to an enemy, relinquishing ones’ values, giving in to the less-than-best? 2,269 more words
She shuddered suddenly, and then she laughed. She laughed simply, completely; he saw the pale foam of the dress trembling; she stood straight, her head thrown back, like a string shaking with the vibrations of a blinding insult to him; an insult, because her laughter was not bitter or mocking, but quite simply gay.
How strange it is that I find the kind of solace in poetry that I cannot with any other human being. It is on moments like these, when reading the thoughts of someone long dead makes me think about how much more I can relate to their despondency than to the jubilant superficiality I succumb to everyday, all the time. 643 more words